The Adventures of Naughty Miss Jones

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  Tinder is so last season, darling. This spring its all about the 3nder. I first heard about the app, which uses the very catchy tag-line “trios made easy” when they were discussing it on the radio last week. Essentially, it works on the swiping mechanism made so popular by tinder, but is for finding threesome buddies.3nder …

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Sometimes, wonderful little things just happen. Those who like to use big words call it ‘serendipity’. I just call it “Oh, heck yes”. It’s like a free ice-cream stall at the shopping center when you’re starving, the rain stopping the moment you step outside, or, in my case, stumbling across “Online Dating Rituals of the …

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Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of have a dirty mind, and a slight obsession with sex toys. Guilty. So when one of my girlfriends has a story that combines dirtiness with toys, you know it’s one I’ll make her repeat over and over. This week, one of my favorite ladies, who is choosing to …

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  It’s official people. I have de-tinderised*. That sound you’ve been hearing for the past couple of days is just the collective sobs of Sydney’s single men mourning the loss of my profile from their matches. There there fellas, there there. It all started as fun and games that night my girlfriends stole my phone. …

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The next week or so is the busiest time in the entire sex toy industry calendar. Sales go gangbusters. So much so, that I reckon they should rename Valentine’s day ‘Vibrator Day’ in honor of the number of buzzy little devices sold. If the happenings at Naughty Miss Jones HQ are anything to go by, …

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Normal, fun, decent blokes. I’m seriously starting to wonder if they even exist (well, in the straight and available version anyway). I continue to date like it was an Olympic sport, but I certainly haven’t won the gold. I’m more like that Eric the Eel guy that swum at the Sydney Olympics; willing to fling …

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Apparently it’s not normal for an educated young woman from the suburbs to go into the sex toy business. I know this because when I, as an educated young woman from the suburbs, tell people what I do, they tend to look shocked, expressing their surprise with statements such as “How on earth did you …

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Last year I dated 21 boys. For making that possible, I would like to thank the Golden Sheaf Hotel, my sucker-innerer undies, and tinder. Most were lovely, but un-blog-worthy, one had the unfortunate role of being my rebounder who I dated for a couple of months, but simply couldn’t bump uglies with, another told me (and …

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Where the bloody hell has 2013 gone? It seems like only last month I was dancing up a storm, drunkedly screaming out the countdown to midnight, and then pashing boys to celebrate the click of a new year (yes, boys. As in multiple. I’m a bit of a New Years hussy, it seems). Anyway, with …

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